"That you have to figure out yourself. And when you raise the Formless Door again, you will be informed of any new abilities. However, you should have something that can prove your identity. In addition, every time the Formless Door is upgraded, the missions also become more complicated. Not only do you have to complete a mission now, you also need to complete a fixed mission line. After completing it, you will be able to open the Formless Door and return. You have experienced typical missions, and you know how they are completed. Mission lines are similar to a training path, just that they're a lot shorter. There might also not be any missions assigned to you. Basically, mission lines will just deepen your interaction with the world. Of course, if you were to gain enlightenment in the process, you would have lucked out," the System explained patiently.

Fangzheng understood partially. The mission line was something that added on things that may or may not exist. Whether he gained anything from them depended on his luck. But now, Fangzheng only wanted to have fun outside for a while, so he didn't mind doing more.

With this in mind, Fangzheng rummaged through his pockets and finally took out a wallet from his clothes. There were a few red tickets in it, and he also found his identification card.

The identification card was wrapped in a white note. On it were the words: "Tuyao Fort, Li Xi."

Looking at his identification card again, Fangzheng finally knew his identity. He was Chang Feng, 22 years old this year, a resident of Kunming.

Fangzheng rummaged through his other pockets and realized that there was nothing else. Instead, his backpack was bulky as though it was stuffed with plenty of items.

Fangzheng lifted the backpack and opened it. He was immediately stunned. There were stacks of money inside!

Fangzheng was instantly dumbfounded. Why is there so much money?

At that moment, a child's cries attracted Fangzheng's attention.

This cry woke many people up.

Everyone frowned and looked over, but when they saw the child crying, they didn't say anything. However, their eyes were filled with frustration.

The couple seemed to be a little embarrassed as well. They hurriedly smiled and apologized to everyone in embarrassment.

When everyone saw this, they didn't say anything else.

But the child kept crying despite how much the woman coaxed him.

The crowd finally couldn't take it anymore. A woman said, "Is your child hungry? Just give him two mouthfuls of milk. This crying makes my heart ache…"

An old man said, "It's also possible that he's peeing. Why don't you take a look?"

The child's mother said, "Sorry, he must be hungry. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk for the child."

"Ah!" The child's father nodded and quickly took out a thermos flask from his backpack. He poured some hot water and added two spoonfuls of milk…

When everyone saw this, they shook their heads and didn't say anything else. They began minding their own business.

Fangzheng sat to the side and didn't say a word. Previously, he had been using A Golden Millet Dream on the mountain, and his mind was still a little groggy. He knew that it was best if he didn't use A Golden Millet Dream for some time; otherwise, he would definitely faint. He was in desperate need of sleep, so he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to take a nap. At the same time, he began pondering over his mission.

At that moment, Fangzheng saw the child's father looking warily behind him. After confirming that no one was looking at him, he secretly took out a small bottle from his pocket and poured out a white pill from the bottle. Then, he crushed it with his fingers and scattered it into the milk bottle.

Fangzheng frowned, thinking, Could this child be sick? However, if it is sick, why act so furtively? And if he isn't treating an illness, why does he need medicine?

Fangzheng narrowed his eyes and finally focused his attention. His eyesight was excellent. Although it was a little far away and the words on the bottle weren't very large and even seemed to have been scratched away by someone, Fangzheng still saw them. They were sleeping pills!

Feeding an infant in his swaddling clothes sleeping pills?

Fangzheng suddenly felt that there was something fishy with this matter. At the same time, he had a feeling that the mission's target was that couple!

But what should he do? Should he rush up and stop the man?

He was afraid he couldn't do that. If he didn't have any evidence, it wouldn't matter what he said. It wasn't his place to take matters of another person's child into his own hands…

"Sigh, if only I could use my Heavenly Eye. I would be able to see through everything at a glance. There'd be no need to go through all this trouble," Fangzheng mumbled inwardly.

Just as Fangzheng was thinking about this, he heard the middle-aged woman behind him mumble. "It's obvious that they've never taken care of a child before. The way they carry the child isn't right. Using such a big milk bottle on such a young child will make him choke on the milk."

However, the woman's voice wasn't loud. In addition to the loud rumbling of the bus's engine, no one else could hear her.

However, Fangzheng heard her clearly.

They didn't know how to carry a child and used a milk bottle that was the wrong size. They even added sleeping pills into the milk bottle? As a child's mother, shouldn't she at least coax her own child even if she didn't feed him?

With all these factors combined, Fangzheng narrowed his eyes as he came to a conclusion.

At that moment, the child's father shook the milk bottle and said, "Alright, he can drink it now."

"Let it cool a little. Don't scald the child." The woman behind Fangzheng couldn't help but say.

The child's father was slightly taken aback. He then smiled and said, "It's alright. The water isn't hot. I've tried the temperature."

The child's mother added. "Thank you for your concern, Ma'am. He has experience. The child is already so big after all, heh heh. Hey, I think we're about to reach our stop."

As she spoke, the child's father looked outside and said, "We are indeed almost there. Let's get down first before feeding him."

"Let's feed him first. He won't cry once he's had his fill. He'll be easier to manage," the child's mother said. At the same time, she picked up her bag, and the two of them got up.

Fangzheng acutely noticed that the child's mother was feeling a little guilty when she spoke. However, the average person wouldn't be able to tell something this minute. She was hiding it very well. However, how sharp were Fangzheng's eyes? He could tell at a glance that something was amiss.

After the two stood up, the child's mother took the milk bottle and prepared to feed it to the child. Fangzheng knew that he couldn't wait any longer. Since there was no other way, he might as well do things the hard way. To give such a young child sleeping pills? That was too much! Furthermore, once they got off the bus, it would be difficult to find them again.

Hence, Fangzheng, who acted like he was groggy, suddenly opened his eyes, stamped his feet, and said angrily, "Aren't you done already? Why is he crying so hard?"

Upon hearing someone flare up, the couple jumped in fright. Ironically, the child stopped crying because of the fright. Instead, it widened its innocent eyes and smiled at Fangzheng.

Fangzheng nearly forgot to continue acting when he saw the child's adorable look.

"Sir, I'm sorry. The child is young and insensible. Please forgive him." The child's father knew better as he immediately apologized.

If it were any ordinary person or time, the matter would definitely be over by now.

However, with his interruption, Fangzheng immediately remembered his goal. He tried hard to recall what kind of person suited such a scene the best. Instantly, an image appeared in his mind. It was the man wearing a slanted hat, looking like a gangster—Dog Song!

With this in mind, Fangzheng immediately stuffed his hands into his pockets and stepped forward. He cocked his head and pursed his lips. He glanced sideways at the child's father and snorted. "That's it? A sorry? Do you know what kind of dream I just had?"

The child's father shook his head.

Fangzheng immediately said, "Huge seafood, beef, and the Manchu Han Imperial Feast was almost served. I was just about to start eating with my chopsticks! The moment your child cried, all of that was gone! Tell me, how should such a huge loss be dealt with?"

Upon hearing this, even a fool would know that they had met an unreasonable jerk.

The child's father immediately said, "Sir, how could you say that? Who doesn't know that dreams are fake? If it's fake, how can it be considered a loss?"

The child's mother adde. "Sir, please stop pulling our leg."

Fangzheng curled his lips and acted like a hooligan. When he thought of his younger days, when he could regularly witness Dog Song's scoundrelly manners, he mimicked him and said eccentrically, "Pulling your leg? Who has time for jokes? What's wrong with a dream? If you hadn't woken me up, I would have eaten so much in my dream! Whatever taste and texture I wanted would have been at my fingertips. What kind of pleasure would that be?"

"Sir, a dream can't be taken seriously. It'd be useless even if you ate in it," the child's mother said.

Fangzheng tutted and said, "Food in real life just does a spin in the stomach. Doesn't it also come out as useless sh*t in the end? Since the outcome is something useless, what matters most is the process. What's the difference between dreaming about food and food in reality then? Anyway, I don't care. You have to compensate me for spoiling my dream!"

With that said, Fangzheng straightened his neck and took a step forward, as though he would teach them a lesson if he wasn't paid.

"Hey, hey, hey. Young man, are you extorting them? It's just a baby, and it knows nothing. Why are you making a fuss over a baby?" an old man couldn't stand it and said.

Fangzheng waved his hand. "Who's making a fuss? I want a beautiful dream. If it can't be returned to me, money as compensation would be fine!"

"What kind of person are you? The child is young and insensible. How can it help itself from crying?"

"That's right. Are you trying to extort them?"

"Don't overdo things. If you continue making a fuss, we'll call the police." The others couldn't stand it anymore as they began to support the couple. Instantly, Fangzheng became the target of everyone's criticism.

Even the woman sitting behind Fangzheng said, "Lad, you should spare others if it's possible. Everyone should compromise. Shouldn't let them be since they already apologized to you? If you continue making a scene, things won't end well for you once the police get involved."

As he watched everyone nag their tongues at him, Fangzheng suddenly realized that being a bad person wasn't that easy. If one didn't have the mental fortitude, one wouldn't be able to act the role.

Thankfully, Fangzheng knew what he was doing, so he didn't back down. He acted like the little tyrant of a village. He waved his hand, puffed, and widened his eyes as he shouted. "All of you, shut up! This is my business with them. Mind your own business!"

Then, he pointed at the couple and said, "I'm telling you. I don't care who speaks up for you, but you have to pay me. Otherwise, no one steps off this bus!"